Last week I went to San Francisco for training.  When I travel I am always looking for the local crows.   However, I never saw a live crow the whole time I was there.  Lots of Pigeons but no Crow Brothers and Sisters.  That was until during a dinner walk I ran across the Crowbar.   It was closed and had been for years.   From what I read online it was a wild 80s rock bar that the bartenders wore masks and yelled at everyone.  A big cavern of a place that one person said stalactite should be hanging from the ceiling.

So, that is my sole Crow story from the City by the Bay.